Well my mum's come back from her holiday still seeming pretty broken, her depression's really got to ehr because she had a car crash the other day and I can't help but feel this is my fault because she has her worries and then she's got this **** to deal with too :/ I'm really concerned for her now.
All the same it annoys me when my loved ones seem to do this incredibly forced, exaggerated laughter and interest at my jokes and when I talk to them. Yeah I'm quite aware my sense of humour and ability to communicate face-to-face, one-on-one with people has greatly diminished since becoming ill, I'm working on that, but you don't have to lie to me. If I'm not funny just. don't. laugh!
Also feels like everyone's talking about food loads to me when I ask what they've been up to. Not in a 'are you gonna eat' way, more like 'I went to the chippy and bought...' or 'checked out this new restaurant in town' etc. Maybe trying to normalise it in my eyes? Who knows. I'm not even thinking about food that much anymore, until the urge for a behaviour comes in-which is getting rarer, and so it's more annoying when so much emphasis is placed on that.
I don't know how to react. They're reminding me of my problem by manufacturing its absence, and yet that's the only way they will react if they feel anything about it.
Could be yet more paranoid thoughts, I am genuinely tired.